RACHEL'S POV

Noah was right about one thing. This trip is definitely more then just supporting the Cheerios. The IDA has a performance while the judges are deliberating, and since Roo is back and will be coming to McKinley as soon as he gets discharged in a week. Sectionals is on Saturday of this week, and it's Wednesday today, so I'll have him here with me to hear what everybody thinks.

Having Roo awake and knowing that he'll be better and with me at school in a week is such a comforting thought, that every little piece of tension that has been building inside of me all school year is gone. I can breathe easier. Part of the reason that I was so bossy during glee is because that was the only thing I could control. I couldn't control schoolwork, the stress of driving between the school, IDA, and home everyday, not to mention dance and vocal lessons, and the harassment. The one thing I could have any semblance of control of was glee. I was the one to blow open baby gate yes, but that's partially because I had more and longer practices at the IDA, so I needed something to cover me. Don't get me wrong. Finn deserved to know, and Quinn should've told him right away, but the main reason for me breaking it open wasn't so that I could have Finn, contrary to popular belief.

"Why would we want you to come?" Brittany asked.

"Brit, we like Rachel now, okay?" Santana asked her.

"What changed? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy I don't have to be mean now."

"She believed us at Sectionals. Okay?"

Brittany nodded happily. "Okay."

I could feel Santana's eyes of me and I tried to suppress my smirk, but I don't think it worked very well.

QUINN'S POV

Everybody could tell there was something different about Rachel. Yes, I call her Rachel. She was someone who supported me after baby gate broke out. Granted it was her fault in the first place, but I've accepted that it would've been worse if any more time had gone by. She would always bring food to help with my cravings, and is giving me tips about living with Mrs. Puckerman. Although Rachel calls her Rebekkah.

Back to my original point. While anyone can tell that there is something different about Rachel, I can tell that she is keeping something from everybody. Not anything bad, but something. I can read people fairly easily, and Rachel, although a bit harder, isn't too difficult. She twitches her right hand when she's lying, she blinks a lot when trying to fight back tears that you can't see… yet. But most of all, when she is hiding something, she's amused but doesn't want you to know, or when she's feeling particularly mischievous, the left corner of her mouth twitches up. While Santana and Brittany were talking, I watched Rachel. She was trying not to smirk. I know that she's hiding something, but I figure we'll find out soon enough. We all know that Rachel can't keep a secret to save her life. She's like every teenager girl in that aspect. She doesn't always tell everybody however. If there is one thing I've learned about Rachel is that if she doesn't want a specific person to know something, they won't.

Everyone just goes back to hanging out and talking and I walk up to Rachel.

"Hi Rachel."

She turned to face me. "Oh! Hey Quinn! Are you craving something?"

I shake my head. "No, I just wanted to ask you about what changed."

"What do you mean?"

"Everybody here can tell that something changed. You're practically glowing. You're not pregnant too are you?" I joked.

She laughed, and it didn't sound as forced as earlier this year. "No, I just got some news. Good, no great news."

"Oh? Do tell?"

"You'll find out with everybody else of Monday."

I playfully groaned. I actually like being friends with Rachel. She isn't as bad as I used to think. She's very playful and mischievous when she wants to be. She's not really all that controlling, which makes me wonder why she is.

"I have a question. A real one this time." I said, leading into the control topic.

"Ask away." I quickly looked around and realized that no one else was paying attention to us.

"Why are you so controlling in glee, when you aren't like that at all?"

She looked a bit startled. "I was just thinking about that this morning actually. I needed some semblance of control over some part of my life, and this just happened to be the only thing that worked."

I nodded it made sense. She had to get slushied, while I hadn't had to worry about it while I was a Cheerio.

"I hope you'll come this weekend." She comments.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked confused.

"I just wouldn't want it to be to hard for you, especially with just getting kicked off."

I stared at her for a moment. She really is the best person not only in the glee club, but in the whole school. "It won't be too hard. Not if you're there."

She smiled, but she had a glint in her eye. "Oh, I will definitely be there."

I couldn't help but wonder what she meant when she said that. Obviously she'll be at the competition, but there was something else. Either way, I have a feeling nothing will be the same after this weekend.

"Do you want to head out and get a shake or something?" She asked. I was shocked.

"Aren't you not only a vegan, but constantly going on about what dairy does to your vocal chords?" At the same time, a shake sounded so good. A vanilla shake with french fries to dip. Yum.

"I'm a vegetarian. I used to be a vegan, because my doctor told me I might be lactose intolerant, so to do a trial run without it, than add it in. I found out I'm not, I just can't drink any percentage of whole milk."

"Interesting. You still didn't answer the vocal chords question." I caught her before we could leave.

She rolled her eyes. "Technically, it is bad for your vocal chords, but regionals isn't for 3 months. I think I can have one milkshake."

"Well, that's all the convincing I need. Can we stop at McDonalds?"

"To get fries to dip in the shake?"

"Yes, actually. How did you know?"

"I used to do it all the time when I was little."

Sorry! Don't hate me! I'll try to update my other stories. I have had to deal with daily migraines, so a lot of screen time is not recommended. Thank you for reviewing, following, and favoriting.

-V

P.S. Here's a little Faberry friendship. I'll do the weekend chapter next.